Dirt On My Boot -EIRIAN

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The ends of his Black robe swirled around his feet as the tall blonde wizard strode quickly from a store he really wouldn't be favored being spotted at. From the dark shadows of Knockturn Alley to the slightly brighter and more welcoming Diagon Alley, cool grey eyes scanned the faces that passed him by from down his aristocratic nose. In his left hand, and expensive looking cane made from obviously lavish wood was held, barely touching the ground with each step that was taken. Head held high and chest seemingly puffed out, the attitude in which the man strode forth with was as if he was reminding those around him that he was Lucius Malfoy. That he was superior. That he was a wealthy wizard within the magical world and was pure of blood. Silver blonde hair was tied back perfectly with a silky black ribbon, The slight sneer Lucius wore on his face today seemed to ward off anyone who might have wanted to pick a bone with him. Intimidation always was one of his strongest suits.

As he made his way through the thick crowd of witches and wizards, Lucius examined that while many seemed to sense war, most who were in Diagon Alley today seemed to being going about their day as if war wasn't lurking just around the corner. And perhaps this was a strategy for many? Pretending like everything was fine. Refusing to prepare themselves. Or maybe they were just stupid. Either way, Lucius found himself both disgusted with the all to happy expressions worn on everyone's faces and content with the fact that they just wouldn't see this one coming. A plus for the cause he served. Denial on their part would surely put more favor in Lord Voldemort's hands. And so, Lucius kept his comments to himself as put more distance between himself and the shadows of knockturn Alley.

However, as his eyes focused on the amusing sight of a shop keeper struggling to keep his customers satisfied, what happened next Lucius did not foresee. Grey eyes slightly widening when his body collided with something resulted in a muffled noise coming from Lucius. Arms held out from his sides in the air, Lucius looked down to find that a small child firmly planted on the street before him, looking up with his with big green eyes. And as quickly as Lucius's fatherly nature had taken over, it disappeared and was replaced with a rather repulsed expression as Lucius took in the clothing the child was dressed in. This was not a child whose's family came from a linage of wizards. No, this child was muggle born. Practically jumping back as if the child had burned him, Lucius ground his teeth together as he watched the child scramble to her feet. She nervously stood there for a moment, shuffling about. Arching a sharp brow, Lucius watched as words formed on her lips but failed to come out fast enough. Growling, Lucius's eye bore into her's.

"Spite it out, girl! Didn't your muggle parents teach you to speak?"

It was more of a demand along with an insult the girl did not understand. However, the intensity in which his words came out where enough to cause tears to form in her green eyes before spilling onto what Lucius considered to be tainted flesh. Rolling his own eyes, he sneering down at her. Lucius watched as her lip trembled. Was she going to try to say something again? And before he could speak up once more, the word 'sorry' burst from her mouth before she ran off into the crowd to find her parents. Or that's what he assumed anyways. Brushing off the front of his robes as if she had left debris all over him, Lucius made to be on his way, only now his mood was that much more foul that it had been before.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] It's so easy to destroy and condemn The ones you do not understand You show no regrets Did you ever look behind? Aren't you afraid of the pieces you'll find ? Do you ever wonder if it's justified? It's so easy to destroy and condemn The ones you do not understand In your life why didn't you ever try ?! There was something wonderfully comforting in people still going about Diagon Alley as if nothing was wrong. But then, you need only take a closer look as to see the misery and the fear behind the contrived merriment and business the people were going about. The empty shop of Ollivander’s had disturbed Eirian as she was walking past, and even now she could see people secretly pointing and sticking their heads together, wondering what on earth might have happened to the beloved and valued Wand Maker. Some said he had been abducted by Death Eaters, but no one could possibly say why and then everything bad happening was currently blamed on the Death Eaters… which might be true, but it also might not, Eirian knew she had too little insight into these things to be able to judge. She just could hope that people would stay alert even through their fake happiness, and that when the time came for fighting against the darkness, there would be enough to counter the bad side. The world usually might not be black and white, but concerning the Dark Lord there surely were no other sentiments to be had. Already there were horrible things happening all over the place, and they mostly involved muggleborns or muggles. Acts of terror and acts of cruelty Eirian could only shake her head over. And it made her fear for the non-magical part of her family as well. One part of it was safely away on Hawaii, but her father’s family was situated in Wales… and they’d be helpless should anything happen. Pushing such thoughts out of her mind, Eirian resituated the book packages she had just gotten from Flourish and Blotts on her hip and pushed her way through the crowd, nodding to some familiar faces, calling out greetings to Hogwarts friends and smiling fondly at the awe of those few who had to be muggleborn first-years. In Eirian’s eyes, there was hope in these children being accepted into Hogwarts. They were proof that magic wasn’t going to die out anytime soon, and that magic itself was not averse to being housed in a body that previously had had no contact with it. All those badmouthing muggleborns and waving the flag of blood purity were nothing but insulting the power of magic itself. If magic had any resentments in being used, it made that well known, as everyone probably knew. There was nothing as moody and fickle as magic, regardless of who was using it. And if magic itself didn’t have any qualms with muggles but often enough blessed one of them with its invaluable gift, who was she to say this was wrong? No, Eirian surely would never understand it. As if her thoughts had been put into action, the young Ravenclaw suddenly was faced with a rather nasty scene. Her eyes had followed one particularly girl, rushing around Diagon Alley with eyes full of glee and awe, when suddenly this girl collided with someone who entered the street from the Southern area. Only seconds later Eirian identified the man to be none other than Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy’s father. She had only seen home from afar, but Eirian knew about his reputation and her guts squirmed as she dreaded what might be coming for the poor little girl now. And sadly she was proven right. His face seemed to contort into a mask of hatred and disgust and he snarled at her: "Spite it out, girl! Didn't your muggle parents teach you to speak?" Eirian suppressed a gasp. He might not have used the forbidden ‘m’-word, but the contempt in his voice made the differing letters seem of no consequence. How dare he treat a little girl like that! How dare he treat ANYONE like that?! For a moment Eirian was torn between running after the girl and tell her she should not judge all wizards by this one man – who knew what damage could be done to such a little soul! – and having a word with Lucius Malfoy. Seeing him brushing off his clothes like he had just been falling into dirt tipped the scale though towards the confrontation side. It might not be the most prudent thing to do, to address a man such as him, older and much more powerful, and give him a piece of her mind, but there was one thing in the world Eirian couldn’t stand, and that was inequality and people acting on it. Stepping into his path to intercept him, Eirian called out to him: “Excuse me, Sir”, laying as much contempt into her voice as he had calling the little girl out on her muggle status. “May I ask what you think you were doing?!” © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY WITHIN TEMPTATION OUTFIT: HERE | 789 WORDS | NOTES: LOVE it let the face-off begin!

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As Lucius made to proceed in his wanderings, it suddenly became apparent that today wasn't about to go the way he had planned at all. No, as suddenly as his left foot followed his right, the older wizard found himself faces to face with what he assumed a was a student. And if not, she was still a young witch. However, from the expression that was firmly stretched over her face, Lucius made the assumption that she was not pleased with him. Deciding that maybe she hadn't been looking at him, rather someone else perhaps, Lucius made to walk around the girl but was stopped when her voice rang out, obviously talking to him. “Excuse me, Sir. May I ask what you think you were doing?!” Blinking a couple of times before an 'are you serious...' expression formed on his aristocratic features, Lucius couldn't help but almost snort at her as he seemingly held his head that much higher to look down at her from his nose.

A smirk then forming on his thin lips, his arms then crossed as he continue to look down at the young witch before him. She had some nerve didn't she? After all, who was she to question what Lucius Malfoy went about doing? Fingers lightly tapping again the expensive fabric of his robes, Lucius wondered just what exactly she meant. While he imagined she might have seen what had just played out, he decided he might as well have some fun here. It was no matter to him if this girl had in fact witnessed the scene that had played out only moments before but what did matter to Lucius was that she thought she might scold him for it. He was at least twice her age. Seeing as he had much more important things on his plate to accomplish for today, Lucius wanted this to simply be done with.

"I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean, girl." He drawled as he took on a bit of an innocent expression. "I was merely going about my own business..."

Lucius really didn't care much for what was happening right now. This was irritating and he should not have to take up such matters with anyone he did not wish too. The man found it offensive that others would question his actions, even if they might not have been so nice. But, so what? He was a Malfoy. He was of pure magical blood. In his mind, Lucius should be able to do what he pleased. After all, he was one of the sole reasons the ministry was financially stable and donated massive amounts of Galleon to many favorable charities to name a few things...what more could they want from him? Of course the most obvious assumption was recognition of muggleborns within wizarding society, but fat chance that was going to happen.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] It's so easy to destroy and condemn The ones you do not understand You show no regrets Did you ever look behind? Aren't you afraid of the pieces you'll find ? Do you ever wonder if it's justified? It's so easy to destroy and condemn The ones you do not understand In your life why didn't you ever try ?! Oh sweet Merlin, how she hated aloof behavior! It was born out of an arrogance that was most of the time not even justified, when people took pride in the wrong things. And this man, she decided, definitely took pride in the wrong things. At Hogwarts, you learned that it was important what you DID not what you were, and everyone was treated more or less equally, at least by most of the staff and especially Dumbledore himself. It didn’t matter on what way you had found yourself in Hogwarts, all that mattered was that you WERE there now, and that you were a part of the big school community or smaller house community. Eirian had always tried to live this philosphy, as it was also the most logical one. There were students from muggle families who were absolutely brilliant, like for example Hermione Granger, whilst there were students of pureblood families who could hardly hold a candle to these standards – and to that category Eirian surely counted Lucius Malfoy’s son Draco. Merlin knew how often he looked down on those of lesser birth himself, but in Eirian’s eyes that was more to compensate for his own shortcomings, a strategy she absolutely despised. Of course he would now act as if he didn’t knew at all what she was talking about, he would show no regrets about all the things he did or said, he probably didn’t even think them to be such a big deal. And that was truly the worst of it all. She also did notice the slightly derogative tone he used, and the deliberate choice of the word ‘girl’ to mark their age difference. Really, she must be mad for trying to pick a fight with him, and the logical part of her brain surely told her she was. She might even regret this later. But the part of her that was more concerned with justice and the teaching of a lesson right now was simply too overwhelming and dominant. Apparently no one else had ever dared to speak out and take up the cudgels for equality and justice in front of him, and so Eirian thought she might as well try and do it herself. Not that she had any false illusions of making him see the error of his ways, that was simply ludicrous, but a statement nevertheless had to be made. Lucius Malfoy should not think he could go running around practicing such evil customs with no one stopping him. When this was tolerated, where would it end? In genocide and torture?! Eirian well remembered what had happened at the evening of the Quidditch Wolrd Cup Finale two years ago. How a bunch of Death Eaters had gathered to hunt down the muggle family of the camping site keeper and let them dance in the air… it had been utterly disgusting! The rememberance of these occurrances fuelled Eirian’s determination of giving Lucius Malfoy a severe dressing down, and so she crossed her arms as well, and stuck out her chin, mirroring his behavior. “No, that’s not what you did”, she corrected him, firmly but still calmly. “I can’t see how prejudging a little girl for her blood status and frightening her could be any of your business. Don’t you see how illogical and even childish you are being?! It is magic who chooses the people, just like a wand chooses its bearer. How can anyone think of daring to question the ways of an ancient power such as magic? It is a gift, not a tool that we master and command.” © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY WITHIN TEMPTATION OUTFIT: HERE | 598 WORDS | NOTES: LOVE it let the face-off begin!

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Feeling more than a little irritated at her bold attitude and for calling him out, Lucius forced himself to give her a dead stare before that innocent smirked of mockery turned into a more malicious one as he took a step toward her, sizing the young witch up. His demeanor was about to change if she kept going on like this and while he had just gotten himself out of Azkaban and was being watched closely, that wouldn't necessarily stop him from saying a few words here and there if he could not outwardly maim whoever tried to show him how 'wrong' and unjust his ways were. Lucius was a Malfoy, and being so, he was undoubtedly stubborn. And so, one might imagine that even if Lucius had changed his opinion about muggles, he would still pretend that he hadn't and that things were the same as they'd always been. But that's because Lucius was uncomfortable for the positive acknowledgement he may receive upon announcing such a thing...if that ever happened. Probably not. The thought made him inwardly cringe.

As he words seemingly went in one ear and out the other, Lucius had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Why did Merlin delight in throwing curve balls at him in this way? These days, it seemed as though this was all he ever got to deal with. It made his blood boil a bit and the wizard felt a bit offended in the sense that he had to defend his actions really. Unfolding his arms, Lucius tossed his cloak away from his left shoulder has his left hand came to land on his hip. His cane made loud contact with the cobble stones beneath his feet as his frustration was beginning to show. However, that smirk never left his lips as his grey eyes made to bore into the witches that looked up at him.

"And it is a gift that should only be given to those who are truly worthy of such an ancient power. Those who are of magical decent by blood and blood alone. Those who come into such power without a pure linage is a rather unfortunate accident. A slip up, as it were, and should they not have the right to wield such magic that they weren't suppose to have obtained in the first place. It's an abomination. Even magic makes mistakes. And there have been too many mistakes as of late. Mistakes that threaten to wipe out the preservation of ancient bloodlines." He replied, mocking her the tiniest bit.

While he spoke, Lucius's tone had become a bit more harsh with every word. He had inclined his head closer to the girl as if he were about to get in her face, so to speak. However, upon finishing his speech, Lucius withdrew and stood up straight again, as if challenging her to make the next move. And when she did, he assured himself he'd be ready with a nasty retort none the less.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] It's so easy to destroy and condemn The ones you do not understand You show no regrets Did you ever look behind? Aren't you afraid of the pieces you'll find ? Do you ever wonder if it's justified? It's so easy to destroy and condemn The ones you do not understand In your life why didn't you ever try ?! Eirian could scarcely believe her ears and her facial expression certainly showed this sentiment. This could have been a brilliant argumentation, had it not been completely ludicrous. He twisted the words in her mouth so they would fit into his even more twisted world view, and he didn’t even seem to find anything wrong with the conclusion he got to. How could anyone have a brain and still think in such silly ways?! Didn’t they constantly hear some sort of alarm bell going off in their heads?! Eirian always had these alarm bells that warned her if she was steering towards the borders of logic. This… this was probably the worst case of delusion she had ever come across, and the person in front of her was a grown up man! She might have forgiven such an attitude with a child that didn’t know better… but just by taking a freaking look AROUND in the world, you had to realize how wrong such attitudes were. This world was not an ivory tower after all! Or maybe Draco and his father lived in one… that might explain some things! “You call such a percentage a slip up?! And you’re really going to pull the ‘egg and hen’ question with me now?!” she asked, rather incredulous and shook her head so that her long hair flew in the slight breeze. “You think magic came out of nowhere and was pure by itself?! Of course it wasn’t! It’s more likely than not that magic bestowed its gift for the first time on some people who had intially been muggles, and then they got all stuck-up and thought themselves better, so they declared the muggles to be the lesser species.” She was clearly dealing with such a stuck-up wizard right now, and no mistake! “And alone for the use of the word ‘abomination’ I should report you, Sir! In some ways the so called ‘abominations’ are far smarter than we wizards are, since they long since found out what happens to those ignorant people who try to keep their bloodlines ‘untainted’. They die out. Or suffer from cretinism before they die out.” Eirian knew this all because of her brother who was a St. Mungo’s healer and had tabbed in a bit of muggle medicin as well out of interest. Sometimes when he came home for holidays they would have long and interesting discussions around the kitchen table, with their mother and father exchanging knowledge from their Point of Views. Eirian had always literally drunk these informations in, and seeing someone simply unwilling to acknowledge anything about that great treasure of wisdom really left her wondering what the world was coming down to. Ignorance was probably a more dangerous thing than violence and natual catastrophes combined. “So…”, she looked at the man before her and shook her head once more. “What you should REALLY be worrying over is YOUR behavior threatening the preservation of the whole magical community, and not magic trying to recompensate in very imaginative ways for the mistakes you and your kind make with their ignorance.” She had called him ignorant, descendent from muggles, stuck-up and bordering on cretinism now in less than one minute. Maybe it was time to start preparing an emergency exit… © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY WITHIN TEMPTATION OUTFIT: HERE | 541 WORDS | NOTES: LOVE it let the face-off begin!

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To say that Lucius had become slightly outraged would probably be an understatement. Her words and shrill voice made him want to curse the bloody hell out of her. She clearly did not belong to a pureblood line and if she did...Lucius certainly would consider her to be a blood traitor by all means. She clearly had no respect for the magical world they both apparently called home in Lucius's mind and how he so wished they were not in a crowded area. Then they would find out just how strong magic was when the line was pure compared to those who had been muddied down, assuming she wasn't pure of blood. Lucius couldn't believe how bold this girl was. But wait, had she just called him ignorant? Did she know who she was talking too? Was she aware who she was coming before in the sense that Lucius was known for his quick wand work and the fact that he executed curses extremely fluidly? He was by no means a beginner. He knew exactly how to use his wand very efficiently and oh how she was tempting him to show her just that. However, Lucius was only able to grip the head of his cane that much tighter as he fought the urge to withdraw his wand.

"How dare you!" He said between clenched teeth. His pupils seemed to dilate with anger as he took a few steps toward her, sneering down at the young witch. "You clearly haven't been in this world long enough to fully understand how important purebood is. How more often then not does that enable witches and wizards to conjure some of the most powerful magic the world as ever seen. There is great pride in coming from a long, pure line and for the preservation of magic, it's essential to pass it along to those who are of equality within the magical world. And I assure you, little girl, that your skewed perspective on the subject does more damage that good. You'd do well to remember who your speaking to. While there may be birds watching my every move, I have spiders of my own who would delight in getting their hands dirty with such a non-believer like yourself."

Hard eyes boring into hers, Lucius stood his ground while remaining very close to her and perhaps too close for either parties comfort. However, Lucius was beginning to reach the outer limits of any kind of reason as he challenged the young witch further, daring her to tempt him. Daring her to give him a valid reason to loose control and curse her into oblivion. Yes, he would like that very much. She might not be so bold then. Perhaps she would try to hold her own but more often then not...when Lucius lost his temper, there usually was little anyone could do in the way of stopping a relentless attack. Swift and fast, Lucius had the art down to say the least. He would love the opportunity to teach her a lesson. But as Lucius stood there waiting for her retort, the movement around him started to become apparent to him as he reminded himself that he was in public and in a densely populated area none the less.

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